This morning, I woke up feeling like I shouldn’t bother getting out of bed. My brain felt mushy, my motivation level was somewhere south of nowhere, my eyes were heavy, and, well, you get it. Then I read a post by a wonderful physician friend of mine, Dr. Angela LaSalle. When I was ...
My grandmother handed me a nickel, pointed toward the road, and sent me to buy an ice cream cone at a store named Grammy’s. I was 4 1/2 years old. It was a hot, humid summer night, the kind where the porch screen door sticks and even the neighbors’ dogs are too tired to bark. The memory ...
One of my education professors built an entire course around one uncomfortable idea: too often, we are not taught how to think. We live “stimulus-response lives.” He said most people walk into a room, hang their brains on a hook, and don’t question anything. In retrospect, he might have ...
I was scrolling the other day and came across a man named Robert Arnold on TikTok. He was talking about crayons. His verbal essay stopped me cold. He was describing a 128-count box of Crayola crayons. As a kid, that wasn’t just a box. That was success, and the fancy names of the colors were ...
Things are starting to look like we may be the only species that has a chance to stop its own potential demise. The apes never held hearings about Homo sapiens taking over, but Congress, Silicon Valley, and cable news talking heads are debating the future of artificial intelligence. ...
When tourists visit the estate known as Linden Hall at St. James Park, they typically focus on the visible things like its amazing stonework and Tudor-style architecture. They see the sense of permanence rising from the hills a few miles from Dawson. What often is left unobserved is how that ...
